Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.